Jasmine Yale poked her fluffy little head through the doorway, holding a beautiful plate in her hand.
She had already showered and was wearing a fresh floral pajama, exuding the fragrance of shower gel.
"I brought you a night snack. Didn't you say you wanted to try the snacks I made?" Jasmine walked in and placed the plate in front of him.
There were several kinds of snacks on the plate, one of each.
Freshly showered, Jasmine's face was fair and flushed without any makeup.
She wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas, and as she bent over, Sylvan Cheney had a perfect view down her neckline.
Swallowing, Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brows and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Just leave it here; I'll try it later."
"Okay, I won't disturb your work then, I'll just leave it here." Jasmine glanced at the ashtray full of cigarette butts, "Don't smoke too much; it's bad for your health."
"I know."
She didn't know what was on his mind tonight that made him smoke so much.
